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Sep 2015
I carry my times like an autopsy scar,
they have marked me where imagination would fear to go,
but they show me a way to relate to the sign on each day,
they open my heart.

This decoration,
this cross
is my gain
it is also my loss.

I always remember that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   deanena tierney
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